I'm in the land of smog and stars today for a meeting with our Breast Cancer 3-Day marketing partners, RadarWorks and Event 360. I'm staying in this cute boutique hotel in West Hollywood called Farmer's Daughter. They've taken the whole farm-thing and farmer's-daughter thing to the nth-degree, from their website to the room decor to the logo. It's nice to see the naughty farm-girl fantasy is still alive and well in a place were reality is optional.
But what is really on my mind is water. I read a very disturbing article about bottled water in this month's Fast Company. And as I brushed my teeth this morning and watched the water run down the drain -- water that came from somewhere in Northern California because LA doesn't have enough here -- I was reminded of the issue of water conservation again.
Having grown up living over the largest underground aquifer in the United States, but one of the most arid regions as well, water was always on our minds. We've never irrigated on our farm, so our farming practices were always about conserving water. And now my family, like other Western-Kansas farmers, has taken that practice to a new level with "chemical farming." Because ground moisture is so important and so limited (they're in their 5th or 6th year of a drought out there), you can't even disturb the ground by plowing it. Instead, to kill weeds (which suck up water), they use chemical.
I don't know if that's good or bad. Right now, for them to survive, it's just necessary. And farmers are nothing if not adaptable. And at the decreasing rate of rainfall out there, the Ogallala Aquifer isn't replenishing the millions of gallons of water taken from it for farm irrigation. So I'd rather they chemical farm than irrigate.
So the world seemed pretty connected this morning from my little farm-themed hotel room with bottled water in the mini-bar in a water-starved city.